Hello everyone! So we will discuss about Narrative text
Definition of Narrative Text
The narrative text is a text that tells about something that is fictitious and only in the form of essays from the writer only. A narrative text is an imaginative story
to entertain people.
Generic Structure of Narrative Text
# Orientation : It is about the opening
paragraph where the characters of the story are introduced.
# Complication : Where the problems in the story developed.
# Resolution : Where the problems in the story is solved. “happy ending” or “sad ending”.
# Coda / reorientation (optional) – lesson from the story.
Purpose of Narrative Text
The use of the narrative text itself has several purposes, such as
entertaining, educating, telling, conveying the author's experience or
as a medium to develop the imagination of the reader. Examples of
narrative text such as folklore, fairy tales, or fables that are
legendary from all parts of the world, although the narrative text is
generally imaginative, some narrative text is also factual.
Social Function Narrative Text
Its
social function is to tell stories or past events and entertain the
readers. The social function of narrative is to amuse, entertain and to
deal with an actual or vicarious experience in different ways.
The Characteristics / Language Feature of Narrative Text
– Past tense (killed, drunk, etc)
– Adverb of time (Once upun a time, one day, etc)
– Time conjunction (when, then, suddenly, etc)
– Specific character. The character of the story is specific, not general. (Cinderella, Snow White, Alibaba, etc)
– Action verbs. A verb that shows an action. (killed, dug, walked, etc)
– Direct speech. It is to make the story lively. (Snow White said,”My name is Snow White). The direct speech uses present tense.
The Last Leaf
Many artists lived in Greenwich Village in
NewYork City. Sue and Johnsy, two artists also lived there in a studio
apartment. Their rooms were at the top of an old building in Greenwich
Village.
In November, it was very cold and with it a
cold unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia,stalked the
city, touching one here and there with hisicy fingers. The icy fingers
of Pneumonia also touchedJohnsy. She was very ill, lying in her bed and
not moving at all. A doctor visited her every day but Johnsy was not
getting better. One morning, the doctor spoke to Sue outside Johnsy's
room.
“I can' t help her,” the doctor said. “She is
very sad and has no desire to live.Someone must make her happy again.
What is she interested in?” “She is an artist,” Sue replied. “She wants
to paint a picture of bay of Naples.” “Painting!” said the doctor. “That
won't help her!”
Sue was distressed by this news and didn't
know what to do to help Johnsy.She went into the workroom and cried and
then she swaggered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling
ragtime. Johnsy lay silently in her bed with her face towards the
window. Sue stopped whistling, thinking Johnsy was asleep.
Sue arranged her board and began drawing to
illustrate a magazine story.As Sue was sketching a figure of a hero, an
Idaho cowboy, she heard a low sound,several times repeated. She went
quickly to the bedside.
Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking
out the window and counting-counting backwards."Twelve," she said, and
little later "eleven"; and then "ten," and "nine"; and then"eight" and
"seven", almost together.
Sue looked out of the window wondering what
was there to count? There was only a bare, dreary yard to be seen, and
the blank side of the brick house was only a bare, dreary yard to be
seen, and the blank side of the brick house twenty feet away. An old,
old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the
brick wall. The cold breath of autumn had stricken its leaves from the
vine until its skeleton branches clung, almost bare, to the crumbling
bricks.
"What is it, dear?" asked Sue. "Six," said Johnsy, in almost a
whisper. "They're falling faster now. Three days ago there were almost a
hundred. My head ached when I was counting them but now it's easy.
There goes another one. There are only five left now."
"Five what, dear?
Tell me."
"Leaves on the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go,
too. I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
"Oh, I
never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with magnificent
scorn."What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well? Try to
sleep," said Sue. "I must call Behrman up to be my model for the old
hermit miner. I'll not be gone a minute. Don't try to move 'til I come
back."
Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the
ground floor of the same building. He was sixty years old and had always
dreamed of painting a masterpiece, but unfortunately till now he was
not able to fulfill his dream. Sue found Behrman in his dimly lighted
apartment sitting in his chair. She told him of Johnsy's condition. Old
Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and
derision for such idiotic imaginings.
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs.
Sue pulled the shade down to the windowsill, and motioned Behrman into
the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy
vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A
persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow.When Sue awoke from
an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open
eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
"Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a
whisper. Wearily Sue obeyed."It is the last one," said Johnsy. It will
fall today, and I shall die at the same time."
"Dear, dear!" said Sue,
leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, ifyou won't
think of yourself. What would I do?" But Johnsy did not answer.The leaf
stayed on the vine all day. That night, there was more wind and
rain.When it was light enough Johnsy commanded that the shade be raised.
The ivy leaf was still there.
"I've been a foolish girl, Sue," said Johnsy.
“I wanted to die but the last leaf stayed on the vine to teach me a
lesson. Please bring me some soup now.” “You know Sue, some day I hope
to paint the Bay of Naples."
The doctor visited the girls in the
afternoon. “Take good care of your friend,” he said. “She is going to
get well. Now I have to go downstairs. I have to visit Mr. Behrman. He
has pneumonia too. I must send him to the hospital.”
The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's
out of danger. You won.Nutrition and care now - that's all." And that
afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a
woolen shoulder scarf. "I have something to tell you, dear," she said.
"Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hospital. He was ill only
two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room
downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through
and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful
night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that
had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a
palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it, and - look out the
window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it
never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's
Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf
fell .”
Write a short narrative story about your experience. What is the
greatest sacrifice you have ever made for your family or friends?
Describe it and publish it in your blog!
:I once
sacrificed to cancel my appointment with a friend because of a sudden family
event that required me to go with my family.
At that time
my friends and I had made an appointment to meet and play together, we had
already made a plan about what we would do when we were going to play later.
Everyone was very excited because it had been a long time since we met.
After making
an appointment with my friend, I immediately asked my mother for permission, at
that time my mother allowed me. However, the day I was going to go play with my
friend, my mom said we had to go because there was a sudden family event.
Honestly at
that time I felt sad because I haven't seen any of my friends for a long time.
Finally I apologized to my friends because I could not play and meet them. I
felt bad with my friends, but they tolerated it and said it was okay if I
couldn't play with them.
The article is complete and the explanation of the material
is detailed. There are pictures that make it easier to understand the material.
Overall the article is complete and easy to understand.
We can conclude, a narrative text is a piece of text which tells a story and
entertains the reader or listener. The narrative text is a text that tells
about something that is fictitious and only in the form of essays from the
writer only. A narrative text is an imaginative story to entertain people. Generic
structure of narrative text Orientation, Complication, Resolution and Coda (optional).
The narrative text itself has several purposes, such as entertaining,
educating, telling, conveying the author's experience or as a medium to develop
the imagination of the reader. The social function of narrative is to amuse,
entertain and to deal with an actual or vicarious experience in different ways.
The characteristics of narrative text is past tense, adverb of time, time
conjunction, specific character, action verbs and direct speech.
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